Okaaay- short, short chapter this time- (Gets clonked over the head by the reviewers) Sorry! I just felt like updating again but I've been so tiered lately I haven't written very much. Anyway, I hope you like what I do have. More on Schu-chan will come later, cause I finally worked that out... I think... and I've finally brought in the last member of Schwarz!
Chapter 3
Day 2. Monday. 6:30 a.m.
Ring. Ring.
Was that the timer for Brad's coffee? The dark haired man hopefully lifted his eyelids and glanced at the empty coffee machine.
Ring. Ring.
Nope. It was the phone. He glanced from the coffee machine to the oven clock. 6:30 am.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Crawford groggily stood up from his chair at the kitchen table and hobbled to where the phone was perched on the counter. In order to pick up the phone, he had to release the baseball bat he had been carrying all night, which was a challenge due to the fact that it was duck taped to his hand.
Ring. Ring.
He had stayed awake all night on guard until he was sure that Nagi and Omi had actually gone to sleep, and Schuldig would stop calling and trying to talk him into phone sex. He had finally decided to migrate to the kitchen for coffee around 4:00. Unfortunately, he had made the mistake of stopping to sit down before getting the coffee. Considering that his ass hurt and it was now 6:30, he figured he had clonked out at the table seconds after sitting down and had slept for the last two and a half-hours. Knowing he had been asleep for a while, Crawford's first instinct was to check Omi and Nagi's respectable rooms to make sure their respectably horny bottoms were still in there.
Ring. Ring.
But first he had to answer the phone.
Now very much awake, Crawford was ready to bust a bottle on whoever's ass had called him at a time like this. He grabbed the phone. "PHONE SEX IS IMMORAL!" He shouted furiously into the receiver, expecting it to be his German stalker for the hundredth time.
"Um... Hello?"
Brad was surprised to hear a slightly deeper voice than what he had been expecting. OK, so it wasn't Schu. Shit. "Yes. Hello. How may I help you?" He cleared his throat as he spoke, trying desperately to recover from the undignified introduction he had just made.
"It's... Fujimiya." The Weiss leader announced from the other end of the line, sounding cautious about using his name on the phone with his former enemy.
Cockily lifting an eyebrow, the American remarked, "Having problems already, Ran? I shouldn't be surprised if you are mentally incapable of completing this mission."
Aya cringed at the use of his real name, but was quick to return the insult. "So, Bradley, you sound a bit tiered. I don't suppose you would be having any problems with our sweet little Omi?" he inquired smartly. "And I'm sure that your youngest member, Naoe, has been behaving himself perfectly in your presence, despite the sweet little distraction that has been brought into your humble home?"
Sweet, my ass...
Brad opened his mouth.
"........"
*sweatdrop*
And closed it without saying anything.
Aya's voice seemed to leer at him from across the phone line. "So, how long, exactly, have you been up on duty, Crawford?"
Twitch.
"I'll have you know that everything is perfectly under control, if that's the only reason for your call." His clipped tone of voice was a dead giveaway warning that the leader of Weiss should not try to ruffle his feathers at the moment. Figuratively speaking, of course. Because the thought of Brad Crawford dressed up in a feathery bird suit, his plumage in a disarray, is worse than seeing a person sucking on a lemon, while standing, naked, in the middle of a busy street during the winter.
Don't. Ever. Do that.
The red haired Weiss member shook his head, somewhat disturbed by the thought. "Actually," he said, less enthusiastically, "I have a question about... Shu...dech."
Twitch.
"That's Schuldig." The American corrected. "And no, he doesn't usually pour mashed potatoes down someone's pants to say 'hello.' But in your case, I wouldn't worry."
Ran blinked and shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Guess he doesn't know what happened after the mashed potatoes.... "Actually," he continued, unfazed, "I have a question about Shuldit's sleeping habits. Does he always sleep in such... bazaar positions? I'm looking at him now, and he's laying on top of his dresser with one leg strait up against the wall and his arm holding out the other. Plus his head is hanging off the edge. Is that OK?"
Brad sighed. "If you think his positions are weird, you should hear him sleep-talk."
"OK. But when does he wake up? I've tried poking him and stuff, but he just giggles and drools."
"What time does your friend, Kudou, usually wake up?" Brad asked, unbothered by the fact that he had been using his archrivals' real names comfortably throughout the whole conversation.
"Usually around one." Ran replied, not realizing how casually he was speaking to his former nemesis.
"He should be up by then. Unless-"
"If he has a hangover, right?" Ran finished understandingly.
"Yeah. Kudou, too?" (If only Brad knew how motherly he sounded then.)
"Un. It happens a lot."
"These kids..."
"No kidding."
There was a long pause as Crawford and Ran ACTUALLY realized how they sounded, and fumbled to get hold of themselves again.
"Crawford?" Ran whispered nervously. "Did we just have, like... a moment?"
"This is a very sensitive subject."
(The author grabs her Minnie Me doll and bursts into song.
"Just...the...two of us!"
OK, so I can't sing. That's why you're reading this instead of listening to my voice.)
"Well," Ran wrapped up, "that's all I needed, so... I'll be sending you a mission report later."
"Goodbye, then."
"Goodbye."
Brad promptly hung up. I think I'm a little closer to knowing what an out of body experience feels like...
In another area of the house, Omi was sleepily crawling out of bed in his pink sheep pajamas. He had a hell of a crick in his neck from his stone-imitation pillow, and to relieve it, began stirring up fantasies of laying his head on Nagi's soft, warm lap as his neck was being messaged.
"....."
Realizing he was drooling, Omi shook himself awake with the reminder that Brad Crawford was still in the house, and as long as that was a fact, he and Nagi would probably never get together. We'd be better of in a Catholic school. Omi thought to himself as he opened the door to his room and stepped out, hardly paying attention to where he was going.
Thunk.
Omi was startled as he felt himself slam into something that felt strangely muscular. A pair of strong hands encircled his shoulders and held Omi steady before he could stumble backwards. "Oh! Um, I'm sorry." Omi stuttered, flushing embarrassedly.
Finally finding his ground, Omi looked up to face the person he had just run into...
...and his gut hit the floor like a jackrabbit during hunting season.
There, standing calmly before him, still holding his shoulders firmly, was Farferello.
Omi stiffened. I just had to relate this place to a Catholic school...
TO BE CONTINUED....
Mwahahaha! I'm so evil to leave it off there. Actually, I just really need some sleep... UoU; I'll try to write more soon. Gomen... (Head hits the keyboard) *ZzzZzzZzz*